Chapter 7
“Stop talking, my brother must have his reasons for hitting me…” Sarah quickly stopped her friends from continuing to complain.
She held back the tears in her eyes, but when she met Steven’s cold gaze, she didn’t dare say another word. Only resentment and fear remained in her eyes.
Steven no longer looked at her. His gaze swept over the mess of wine worth millions of dollars on the floor, finally landing on Sarah’s lackey, who had held me down earlier and shouted the loudest.
“Just now, who said they wanted to make my fiancée kneel down and lick it clean?” His voice was very calm, but it could make people shudder.
Those men’s faces instantly turned pale as paper, their legs went weak, and they instinctively looked toward Sarah, hoping she could say something.
They fell to their knees with thuds, tears streaming down their faces, looking helplessly at Sarah. “Sarah! Ms. Garrett! Save us! We did it all for you!”
But Sarah could barely protect herself, cowering and not daring to lift her head.
“Very well.” Steven’s lips curved into a cold arc, like a judgment. “Since you like licking so much, then do it yourselves. Now, immediately, kneel down. Lick up every single drop of wine on the floor.”
“Mr. Garrett…” One man was so scared he almost wet himself. “We were wrong! We were blind! Please…”
Chapter 7
“Too late.” Steven interrupted him, his tone brooking no argument.
“Either lick, or I’ll make sure your entire families spend the rest of their lives licking prison floors. Your choice.”
Under Steven’s absolute power, dignity and face became a joke.
The men looked ashen, glanced at each other, and finally, under tremendous fear, fell to their knees one after another with thuds, like dogs, trembling and shamefully burying their faces into the cold, piercing carpet mixed with glass shards and expensive wine.
J’Lick!” Steven commanded coldly.
They didn’t dare disobey, sticking out their tongues like the most lowly beasts, beginning to lick. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with carpet. dust and glass fragments choked them to tears, but they didn’t dare stop.
Sarah watched her people suffer such a fate and was so scared she shook like a leaf, tightly gripping James’s arm.
James also looked grim, fists clenched tight, unable to help but speak up. “Steven, isn’t this going too far?”
Steven completely ignored him and instead turned to the hotel manager, his voice returning to its usual calm, though carrying unquestionable authority.
“Calculate the damages, compensate ten times over. Put it on Sarah, James, and their friends‘ account. As for this Ms. Garrett…”
